"Your own clothing," Jack repeated back. "And your shoes, and a little... well this stuff that was in a bottle, I'm guessing perfume. Bit of jewellery there too. Really, I just took what was to hand." He grinned at her, and shot her another wink. In truth, he'd been somewhat more selective than that, but that hardly told such a colourful story.

"And how the hell do you wear those things, by the way," he asked, "they're heavy. And I'm a big boy."

He grinned at her as he stood, his hands clasped behind his back, rocking a little on his feet.

"How about you put it on and we make ourselves a bit of an entrance."